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Rated: E · Poetry · Computers · #773377
If you've ever played the old game Zelda:Ocarina of Time then you will like this poem.
A young man walks apon the grass,
he wears a noble green,
he wears a tunic and a long green hat,
his face is grim, and lean,
he hangs the master sword on his belt,
the Tri-Force on his brow.

in his hand a boomarang lay's,
and on his back a fairie bow,
he travels Hyrules many ways,
and evem the mighty river flows.

befriending the Zora's,
the water dwellers,
along with the gorons,
in their hard stone cellers,
riding along on Epona his steed,
riding to Hyrule with all of his speed.

The sages are lost,
and cannot be found,
they have left Hyrule,
the holy ground.

The Tri-Force has split,
to three different people,
to Ganon,
to Zelda,
and to our young hero,
so now he searches to restore peace,
in Hyrule, the land of the golden fiest.

He holds theholy,
Ocarina of Time,
to make it rain,
to make the sunshine,

Play the warp songs,
to save the day,
use your sword,
to make them pay,

The sages unite,
to make a road,
to gannondorfs front door,
our hero goes to distroy this evil,
and send his wrong,
down through the floor.

The hero grasps the master sword,
and swings with all his might,
and Ganon looks on in horror,
as he relises his plight.

The sword decends,
it penitrates,
the evil shrivels and dies,
all thats left is a bone white skull,
with forever staring eyes.

The earth rejoyces at this point,
the rivers flow anew,
the world, it heals, in it's due time,
away the horrible evil flew.

The king thanked our hero,most joyously,
then our hero turned, from the royalty,
and stared into the western sky,
and then he wondered exactly why,
he came to be a Kokari,
so he set off on a brand new journey.

To find out exactly who he is,
to find out just which name is his.
The master sword apon his belt;
the Tri-Force on his brow.
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